The mouth of the Wolf, the eyes of the Lamb

‘Cause in this city's barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell.

And you are a gardeenn entwined with all, you are the silennnnce on sacred shoresss.

Studying philosophy while listening to Sleep Token. Suddenly, life is worth living again.

It took me so much time to take a few pictures of myself and I don't even like them. Okay!

My body has currently more caffeine than water in it.

Being consumed in a relationship is scary, downright terrifying. Watching yourself disappear while you bow down to someone for unrequited love is scary, heartbreaking to think about. But to avoid feeling after a relationship ends, to cut off pieces of yourself and your empathy so you don't feel anything, what a waste.

Love when it gets dark so early. More time for the Moon and I.

I will eat my oatmeal. I will put the raspberries one by one and I will think of you. With each piece I will think of everything you said, everything you chose not to respect. I will put the cinnamon and I will eat it all. It will be very sweet, like you at the beginning. Then I will put my coffee in the moka pot and wait for it to rise. While I wait, I will lean towards the stove to watch it rise and I will think of you. I will drink the coffee without anything else and I will immerse myself in its bitterness, that is what our memory has left me.